The Birds

[Verse 1]
Desexed and unwound
Asleep without a sound
Desexed and unwound
Breathing sweet freedom from the pound
When the birds come back North
We will track them down at dawn
To wage a war on every hunter
Barking louder till they’re gone
So all the bugs in the dirt
Digging it down to Earth, can ride on

[Verse 2]
Desexed and unwound
Asleep without a sound
Desexed and unwound
Breathing sweet freedom from the pound
When the birds come back North
We will track them down at dawn
To wage a war on every hunter
Biting muskets till they’re gone
So all the bugs in the dirt
Digging it down to Earth, can ride on
To all the bugs in the dirt
Living for what its worth- right on
Heed these six words my friend:
“preserve the drake, preserve the hen,”
Or you will remember when we served for the birds